There’s just really no need to waste your time with it. We worked so hard getting it that way. So why not just crawl back in with me and this archive right now? Playlist     http://bubblesinthethinktank.com/east/2014/11152014.mp3Podcast: Play… Read more ›

You all know by now that I love a good storm.  Almost any kind of storm. And a storm once the weather cools…well, you know that a fire is in order. Luckily I carry my own with me where ever… Read more ›

I see you looking. And I love it when you do. I don’t always feel like there’s a lot to see here, but then when I catch you peeking I know I’m wrong. One little glimpse from you makes me… Read more ›

Even at my worst, I know that shine is there in me somewhere. You see it when I start to beam at you at the beginning of each episode.  But with blazing speed, we’re so deep in that the dazzle… Read more ›

The show makes me think of a lot of things.  I think it does that for all of us. But I always seem to come back to the same thoughts even after all this time.  Yet the show is never… Read more ›

I don’t know why I’ve been thinking so much about spending time by a fire lately. So bright, so warm…I want to get so close and almost feel the flames on my skin. It gets so hot I have to… Read more ›

Now is the time in our radio hostess – listener relationship when it seems like nothing could ever be better than it is right now. When I play music that puts you in a groove, it’s as though we’ve found… Read more ›

I love spending time alone together whenever we can.  Lucky for us, it comes right together each weekend. Yet I still want more.  More time.  More of your attention.  More of all of those little things you give me that… Read more ›

When I like somebody, one of my first inclinations is to offer to cook for them. On those rare occasions when my offer is accepted, without even thinking about it, I tend to make some dough. Pizza crusts, calzones, empanadas. … Read more ›

My fingers stay so busy during the show. I type.  I poke.  I make air quotes. I prod.  I point.  I let my fingers do the walking. I count.  I cross.  I burn my fingers. But what’s my favorite thing… Read more ›

It seems like hardly a minute goes by during the week that I don’t find myself thinking about you. What am I going to do for you next? How much longer is it until I get to do it? What… Read more ›

The all important K sound gets us every time. It’s the cataclysm of the caress. The coda of the cuddle. A consummation of the copulation. Maybe even the culmination of the coition. Anything to prevent the swan song of the… Read more ›

Sometimes you just know when it’s right. Even when you think it should be all wrong. Nothing about the ingredients seem on the surface to be the correct choice.  Or a good match.  Or a sensible selection. Yet, somehow, the… Read more ›

You were wishing for what was on your mind. I was dreaming about what was on mine. So much happened to choose from.  I don’t see any way that we couldn’t have connected somehow. Could it have been Fred our… Read more ›

You are so open.  Open to whatever it is I put out there for you. You want to learn all about what I like and just how I like it. It’s not always the same, but you catch on fast. … Read more ›

That’s what I like to hear you say. You know I long to give you anything you clamor for that we’ve had before.  You just need to tell me what you fancy. I revel in giving you new favorite things. … Read more ›

You can’t believe what I’m saying?  Well, neither can I. But you’re my confidant, even if I don’t really tell you anything.  I tell you everything by telling you that thing of naught. Yet you are the repository of all… Read more ›

When you see me at the stereo, you know I’m likely there thinking about you. That’s when I’m thinking through the show, searching for the perfect piece that you just have to hear. The piece that will tell you everything… Read more ›

They really do go together, don’t they? This was what I like to call a show. Not every show is a show, but this, indeed, was. It was inspired.  It took teamwork.  It was referential. Birthdays were celebrated.  Shout outs… Read more ›

The rest of the week, I’m quiet. Oh sure, I talk a lot at work.  That’s most of what I do some days. But get me to the show and my real voice opens right up. Not that it means… Read more ›

Wait…who’s she talking about?  When’s she talking about? Thanks to all for the good times in the Beatle Detritus show.  Not only can you listen to the archive of the show below, but you can also catch the archive of… Read more ›

I’ve been thinking a lot about process lately.  Those who know me know that I frequently do, but that’s usually more about organizational process at work.  These days, it’s all about mine. Stunned to think that Belinda is thinking only… Read more ›

Gosh, I didn’t even think to play “Eric the Half a Bee.” Whenever I do a theme, a tribute set, or, these days, a RadiObituary, I spend the next weeks thinking of what I coulda/woulda/shoulda played.  It’s a great way… Read more ›

Our RadiObituary segment had a full agenda this week with the passing of Lux Interior of The Cramps, Dewey Martin of Buffalo Springfield, and the character actor James Whitfield.  All that on top of more silliness including the Pee-Wee’s Playhouse… Read more ›

Eight years ago, we called this the innogination at Bubbles in the Think Tank. But this doesn’t feel anything like that. I’m posting this special Bubbles in the Rock Mine episode whist watching the inaugural festivities on C-Span. I started… Read more ›